Controlling the facial muscles and changing the arrangement of the flesh particles may seem simple, but in practice it is not easy; it requires a martial artist to be extremely familiar with the structure of their own body.
After a while, Chu Ming's vital essence within his body rapidly compressed into a fist-sized blood ball, floating above his dantian. Chu Ming's skin quickly dried up, its luster faded, and his body hunched over gradually, his momentum waning.
At this moment, both Chu Ming's physique and appearance were identical to Elder Ku Teng.
"Only the cultivation techniques and secret martial arts are somewhat different."
Chu Ming thought to himself. Elder Ku Teng excelled in the secrets of wood and a palm technique, while he primarily focused on Sword Dao and fist technique. Once engaged in a fight, he would definitely reveal flaws, a situation he wanted to avoid.
